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The shot is heard miles away.
Those in waiting are not here to stay.
At the end, there is no finish line,
Only the great wall of time.
Some stumble at the beginning,
Far behind was their thinking.
Some sprint way too fast,
To find out their breathe does not last.
In the middle is where they survive,
But not those with numbers 9 to 5.
The leaders do not thrive on competition,
Nor on silly pre-game superstition.
They use the race to feed the need
At their own enjoyable speed.

Copyright 2002 Danny Caballero


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